Yesterday I was lonely while at the mall looking for shoes, so I bought a fish. My shopping fish. A nice yellow fish that made me smile.
We walked through the mall, tried on shoes, and bought shoes. I took my shopping fish home, put him in a nice bowl of water, with nice rocks, and fed him well.
This morning I woke up, said hello to my shopping fish and fed him again.
I went out, shopping with the boyfriend, and when I returned home, 4 hours later, I found my shopping fish dried, shriveled and dead on the floor.
It living with me really that terrible of a thing?